Stud in the Stacks (Girl Band #2)

by Pippa Grant

Saturday morning, after a hard workout at the gym, I pause outside my door to listen to the end of a chapter in Lucy Score’s Pretend You’re Mine.

Nana is standing in the living room, one hand on her walker, the other pointing a Wiimote at the TV. “Die, ducks, die!” she crows in her sweet old lady voice.

Gunshots blast on the big screen, two mallards fall, and a hound dog pops up out of the grass holding both dead ducks.

I am smart. I am kind. I am strong. I am totally going to fuck this up. No, wait. That’s not right.

Her nose crunches, and she gapes at me like I’m a moron. “You think I don’t want to get married because I’m not attractive enough to find a man?” There’s not a right answer here. One wrong step, and boom. Emotional landmine.